Riley
Chapter 1
I meet a famous friend

Okay, my afternoon on the first day of summer break was fantastic, I mean sure, I was recently kicked out, but summer was here and I felt fantastic. Until I got turned into a black sparrow by some diety with a grudge.
Here I was, sitting at a McDonalds having a shake, when this kid with short cropped sandy hair walked up to my table. He looked about nine.
'Hey kid, won't your parents worry seeing you sitting by yourself with a stranger?'
'You sit by yourself!'
'Well I'm 14,'
'I'm nine! That's not too different, besides, my dad doesn't care.'
I continued slurping my shake. maybe if I stayed quiet long enough the kid would go annoy somebody else. But, being dyslexic, of course i tried to make small talk to pass the time.
'Same here kid. Not like my parents want me. I could stay away from their place for week and they'd be grateful.'
'Why? You're such a nice girl. Everyone else says "Go away Luke!"'
I chuckled 'So you're name is Luke?'
'Yeah!' he replied. 'I think it's a good name,'
'How do you do in school,'
He smirked a smirk, that reminded me of pickpocket kids who steal stuff for bullies that enjoy their work. I quickly checked my wallet.
'I do naughty things! I put dry ice in the teacher's chalk box. She got nice make-up after that!'
I laughed so hard I thought I was going to have Chocolate Frosty spurt out of my nose.
Choking, I told him one of my tales.
'I made a prank, where when someone opened the door to the cleaning closet, a fly swatter infested with gum would fly out from behind the cupboard and hit the cleaning dud in the face! Everyone kept asking why he shaved his hair!'
Luke cracked a smile, a genuine smile.
'That's funny, why'd you do it?'
Then my face darkened 'It's because he installed the toilet system to empty out by a little creek just a few blocks from my place. It's filthy and disgusting, and I hated him for it! the fish were dying, the plants withering, he deserved worse.'
Luke then looked up to me 'Hey, I still don't know your name!'
'Oh, how rude!' I said teasingly, tweaking his nose. After all, the kid was pretty cute.
'I'm Riley Cinedar'
'My name is Luke Costello! You wanna learn ow to pickpocket someone?'
'Well that depends, do you want to learn water ski? It's one of my favorite sports, and if I'm going to hang with you, we have to water ski at least once!Plus, you could steal our tickets'
'Deal!'

And that's when all Hades was about to break loose.

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Chapter 2 Tartarus says hello.
WIP and I will not be finishing it today most likely but this is where the saytr comes in.

Chapter 2 Tartarus says hello. WIP not finished. Ok?
Riley

Just then, a man with something that must have been a muscle disorder and crutches sat at our table. 'Oh uhhh... this your kid?' I asked awkwardly.
'Nope, but I think I know who he belongs to.' He replied. He wore an old faded Rasta cap that was waaaay out of fashion, but seemed to have been looked after with care, he wore jeans and sneakers, and looked about forty.
'Um, who are you sir?' piped up Luke.
'my name's Grover Underwood. I'm a member of the COuncil of Cloven Elders and I was looking for you two.'
Uh oh. my mental voice said. He's probably an undercover officer investigating the incident at school where the teacher's coffee was spiked with jalapeno flakes and itching powder occupied my math teacher's wig and over the year there have been mysteriously exploding blue markers whenever a teacher used them.
Then, a waiter who looked like a he recently got a life at the age of sixty came up to our table.
'Are you children with this man?' His voice was like he'd never had anything but bark to eat and someone tried to smooth his throat over with an exploding lawnmower that was deep and gruff. It was like a whisper and a growl coming out of a corpse if one could talk. A corpse who's lungs were run over and had his throat mummified.
'Um ... I guess not ...?' I stammered, staring at the waiter's eyes. One was red and cruel while the other was green and sinister. not a good combination. He snorted with pleasure, and unless my shake was spiked with some hallucinating inducing drug, I swear i saw a thin jet of green flame come out of his left nostril. The right side of his face was wrinkled and looked like it had been dragged skinning itself on the road for three years, left to bake raw on the side of the road in the Arizona, growing a feeble layer of potato skin that was crinkled and kept cracking so there were many faint red lines over it.
The new guy Grover wsa instantly panicked. I mean, a kid would run screaming to his mommy or be frozen still, but an adult acting like the guy was something ot of his nightmares is just silly. I thought so he's hideous and disturbing, no reason for Grover to freak. But that's when he transformed and I started panicking too. So did every one else in the McDonalds who had two brain cells as long as the brain cells provided the emotion fear. This guy was a monster.

Chapter 2 Tartarus says hello. Still WIP, I can't be bothered finishing this for some strange reason.
Riley

Just then, a man with something that must have been a muscle disorder and crutches sat at our table. 'Oh uhhh... this your kid?' I asked awkwardly.
'Nope, but I think I know who he belongs to.' He replied. He wore an old faded Rasta cap that was waaaay out of fashion, but seemed to have been looked after with care, he wore jeans and sneakers, and looked about forty.
'Um, who are you sir?' piped up Luke.
'my name's Grover Underwood. I'm a member of the COuncil of Cloven Elders and I was looking for you two.'
Uh oh. my mental voice said. He's probably an undercover officer investigating the incident at school where the teacher's coffee was spiked with jalapeno flakes and itching powder occupied my math teacher's wig and over the year there have been mysteriously exploding blue markers whenever a teacher used them.
Then, a waiter who looked like a he recently got a life at the age of sixty came up to our table.
'Are you children with this man?' His voice was like he'd never had anything but bark to eat and someone tried to smooth his throat over with an exploding lawnmower that was deep and gruff. It was like a whisper and a growl coming out of a corpse if one could talk. A corpse who's lungs were run over and had his throat mummified.
'Um ... I guess not ...?' I stammered, staring at the waiter's eyes. One was red and cruel while the other was green and sinister. not a good combination. He snorted with pleasure, and unless my shake was spiked with some hallucinating inducing drug, I swear i saw a thin jet of green flame come out of his left nostril. The right side of his face was wrinkled and looked like it had been dragged skinning itself on the road for three years, left to bake raw on the side of the road in the Arizona, growing a feeble layer of potato skin that was crinkled and kept cracking so there were many faint red lines over it.
The new guy Grover wsa instantly panicked. I mean, a kid would run screaming to his mommy or be frozen still, but an adult acting like the guy was something ot of his nightmares is just silly. I thought so he's hideous and disturbing, no reason for Grover to freak. But that's when he transformed and I started panicking too. So did every one else in the McDonalds who had two brain cells as long as the brain cells provided the emotion fear. This guy was a monster.more fractures appeared around his putrid face as the weird employee dissolved in smoke and was replaced by a churning mass of darkness with faces of vague monsters appeared all around him. Tortured screams from what must have been from Fields of Punishment echoed from within his depths as he advanced towards us. 'Quick, run!' te guy who called himself Grover yelled, he tugged Luke along but I was frozen in shock.

'Riley, daughter of the gods, I imprison you and prevent your destiny,'
'Wait, daughter of wh - Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' I didn't get to finish. A slit in the earth had opened up under me and I was falling in darkness. As I fell, I screamed my bliddy head off. but part way down, my voice started to change, either I screamed so much my throat was reallysore, or something else was happening. My scream garbled into a strangled shriek unlike anything a human could possibly create and I shut up. My fear of what was happening to me chewed up m insides and I started squawking my head off again. there was complete darkness, so I had no way of knowing how much time had passed since i started falling. It seemed like forever before the tingling sensation in your gut you get from falling disappeared. Which meant I probably should stop screaming now. 'Riley,' The endless darkness whispered. I jumped at the sound. Even as I jumped I felt something wasn't quite right, there was no wind, I couldn't feel the sensation of my limbs moving through the air, and my limbs, didn't quite feel right... I coun'tbend my arms as I used to, something had changed ... my body felt all wrong... 'I am the first entity, the entity of a pit of sheer void,the entity of Nothingness.'
I wanted to yell some smart comment about how he ruled nothing so he was basically the entity of, well ... nothing, but all that escaped my mouth was 'Squaaaaaaaaaaawk!' I ... I couldn't speak! What had this freak of Nothing done?
The shadows seemed to thrum with his chuckles 'I am Tartarus child, and you, are in my hospitality, I cannot openly kill you, but I can do this, though I dare say the Fates would disapprove.'
I tried to swat the nothingness in front of me. maybe if I was lucky the void in front of me was part of the Freak of Nothing and I'd in a sense hit him. But to no avail, tired out after a few flailing hits I trie to rest my hand on my temple and feathers brushed my face, wait, feathers? 'Squaaaaaaaaaaaaaark!' I cried out in surprise.
'Heheheh, I thought I'd find it amusing to change a daughter of the sea to the shape of the air,'
'daughter of the sea? what was he talking about?'
'-As I predicted this added to your discomfort,'
okay Riley, this is just a bad dream, you dream of darkness often right? right. So any moment now, you're going to wake up from this nightmare, and you will not be a sparrow, not a bird, not a bird ... I thoughtto myself. Obviously it didn't work.

oh wow...a bird? what kind of bird?

post soon! just found dis :P
is she a robin? a peacock? a penguin? (nah..i just wanted to say penguin XD) a parrot?
its good so far...are you ever gonna tell us what happened to percy? that would be funny if she met like a 70 year old percy :P XD

yeah, grovers 82ish so he's only 40 in human years, i think percy should be under the sea with annabeth or something, then she meets him someday, but I wanted to write a fanfiction with reborn luke.

i love the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cant wait until u post again, soooooooooo post sooon!!!!!!!!
please

Chpter 2 continued

Okay, I figured. If this is a dream, it is a very realistic one. Surely my brain can't be thinking up things this strange. Oh well, I guess I'll try deal. What did that guy on TV say? Deal with wht is and not what should? That makes no sense. But i get the Deal with what is part. Right now, the is, is that I'm a bird, a very uncomfortable shape for unknown reasons to me. Maybe I could try flying out of here.
I tried flapping my new wings, but, I couldn't tell if I was moving or not. There was nothing to push against. I couldn't feel the propelling feel when you move forward. REALLY strange. I could bonk into a wall and not know it was there. Unfortunately, that's exactly what I did. "SQUAAAARK!" I yelled in frustration.

Chapter 3, I get slapped by thin air.
Riley

With everything dark, I have no idea how much time had passed, maybe half a day? When Freak of Nothingness stirred again.
'Chaos is being drawn to something, something approaching. What are monsters doing coming here to the void?'
A rift ripped open right above me and beautiful sunlight poured in, revealing what I would have preferred not to see. An enormous hound the size of a hotel with two kids mounted on it's back slammed into the cave that we were in and air rushed into it. I started to fall as there was no longer 'nothing' around me and I had to get control and flap these crazy wings I recently grew! But as the air filled them up and I started to fly out, it felt seriously wrong. Like I was in enemy territory. It wasn't the same feeling as that cursed cave because there, the feeling was mutual, there was literally, Nothing there. I shuddered and in doing so, did something that if I was in control of this stupid sparrow body I defiantly would not have done as a human, the shudder caused a small white glob to fall onto the face of Freak of Nothingness, who in the daylight looked like a seething mass of chaotic winds and agony. Not much different than he looked in the restaurant only a thousand times bigger and sitting in a ditch that was once a ginormous cave.
'ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!' he roared in rage. unless bird poop was his secret weakness.
'Riley Cinedar, I NEVER forget an insult! I shall find you yet! and prevent the rise of the Olympic Age!'
Of course, I had no idea what he was talking about. So I hauled my birdie keester out of there and flew really, really, close to the ground. But now I had another problem on my hands - er... feathers. The oversized black mutt was still after me! The two kids on his back was saying stuff that was carried by the wind.
'She senses - half - won't stop!'
'Stop - O'Leary! - What's - doing - chasing the bird?'
That was all I cared to hear, cause the little boy on the hound's back started notching an arrow!
'SHRRRRRK!" I caught the wind and soared higher in the sky and positioned myself above the kids so the sun would make it harder to aim. Just as I was feeling pretty smug when the boy recoiled at the sun, a blast of wind the positively felt like a slap the size of the Himalayas smacked into me, breaking my left wing! What went wrong with the world I once loved?! I was swept at least three miles from where the kid's riding the dog were. Honestly? How in Hades did a gust on wind pull me so far?! I plummeted into the river nearby and prayed the kid with the arrows wouldn't find me. and i sank into darkness.

When I woke up, it was on a bank of the river by some old run down shops. 'H-How'd i get-' then I gasped. I was ME again! I wasn't squawking! I quickly checked myself all over and looked at my reflection in the water. Not only was I back to normal, I was feeling great! Like I had a dozen cups of coffee, a nice rest, and really aware! I felt I could kick Freak of Nothing a hundred miles and have enough energy for a ten mile hike! I felt good! Even though I was in tattered clothes with slime smeared over my arms and i was soaking all over. 'Okay, so obviously I was walking from home, I tripped and hit my head and fell into this filthy river. Nothing like meeting Luke or turning into a sparrow ever happened. I felt kinda bad knowing Luke never existed. He seemed such a nice kid. And talking to myself wasn't going o get me home and showered. Then I checked a sign of a nearby hotel. 'LAS VEGAS?!' I practically screamed. What in the world was I doing like two-thousand miles from home? No way could this river carried me that far. Unless your dream was real, and Tartarus carried you this far. a speculating voice in my head said. Shut it. I replied in turn.
Without realising it, a guy who must have been a bellhop in front of the hotel was actually beckoning me in. Me? a sloppy slime covered child, into an evidently five-star hotel? No way was mom going to pay the bill for this! 'Excuse me ma'am, I asked you if you wanted to come inside,'
'Uhh, no, you must have me confused with someone else, I'm no where near rich enough to pay to walk to the front entrance pf your hotel,'
'No please, I insist,'
Now, call me insane for accepting shady hospitality from a dude who works at a five-star hotel who was actually inviting me inside, but here was something about his smile that, melted away your... I totally forgot what I was trying to say. Anyway all suspicion melted away, I stepped confidently into the lobby of the Lotus Hotel and Casino.

good job! and keep it up!

Chapter 4 WIP
A creepy place.

Luke
I was being pulled from a blown up McDonalds by a man I didn't even know when i was nine.
'Hurry!' Grover kept saying "We have to get help! Riley!' I protested against him.
'We have to get you to camp, then we can send a rescue team,'
'But Riley -'
'Must wait. There's no way in Tartarus we can stand up to ... Tartarus.'
'Who ARE you people! We have to call the police! We have to tell mom! What about Riley's mom!'
Grover suddenly stopped.
'You think we'll be safe here? The - that thing could come over here and get us!' I tried to pull Grover along but he was rummaging in his bag for, a gold coin?
'Is this really the time for a vending machine?! We have to go! Do you have a cell phone? We have to call the police!'
'Don't even think about using a cellphone, or every monster within ten miles will be after us! And I never said we'd be safe here.'
'So that was a real monster? Mom says monsters are make-believe!'
'Did Tartarus look make believe?!'
He glared at me so scary like I almost started to cry. Grover's face softened.
'oh I'm sorry kid, I'm just a little freaked out right now. Why is it I'm always the one who finds the powerful ones ...' He muttered under his breath.
'The only way to get away fast enough.' He grimaced. Somehow, I felt I wasn't going to like what came next.
'Anakoche, Harma epitribeios!" I didn't translate a this this weird cripple guy just said, but I somehow understood he just said 'Stop Chariot of Damnation' which made me think he was severely insane.
'You want to summon another monster or something?!' I demanded.
Grover just winced as he threw the gold coin which I just realised was the size of a jumbo size cookie into the road. The coin slowly sank into the tarmac as if it was swamp mud or something, when a pool of red liquid bubbled in a parking space size rectangle right where the coin had disappeared!
'Ahhhhh!' I screamed, I didn't like the thought of a pool of blood.
A gray taxi erupted from the gunk that looked like smoke, like it was made from solid smoke! The words on the door was something I couldn't read thanks to dyslexia, but Grover answered for me.
'The Gray Sisters, now get in and let's get AWAY from Tartarus!'
An old woman poked her head from a window, she had her eyes closed and really wrinkly skin and one enormous mother of all buckteeth.
'Passage? Passage?' She asked.
'two to Camp Half-Blood, and extra drachma if we get there fast without dying of course.' Grover seemed to tremble as she addressed the Gray Sister.
'Done!' she exclaimed and wound up the window and the doors of the taxi opened exposing an interior of gray. Gray seats, gray chains for seat belts, and gray sisters. Grover motioned me to climb in, I gestured warily to the chains and Grover motioned towards the ripped up McDonalds in turn.
'Good point,' and I stepped inside.

THIS CHAPPIE WILL BE WHEN LUKE ARRIVES AT CAMP HALF-BLOOD!, *gasp* OH THE TERROR OF OLDER CAMPERS!! Mwahahahah, i will post 2morrow!

Love the chappie!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cant wait until u post tomorrow!!!!!

This part was a little later than I normally post so, whatever, I still posted today.

Chapter continued
The taxi seats were cracked and lumpy, uncomfortable, with a stain that looked suspiciously like blood on the left headrest. Three old hags sat at the front. They had very stringy gray hair, charcoal gray sackcloth dresses and looked like they should have quit taxi fare business a thousand years ago. The lady at the wheel said 'As you should know saytr, you'll be paying the out-of-,metro bonus upon arrival, and -'
'Be quiet Wasp and move before the saytr refuse to pay us extra drachma for not going fast!'
'Right!' Then the woman who must've been Wasp floored it, and I almost toppled off my seat, the only reason I didn't was because Grover grabbed me.
'Who are you crazy ladies? We're going to kill someone!' I yelled.
'I am Tempest, Wise Gray Sister, those two are the crazy ladies,'
the hag with the bucktooth that invited us in replied.
'Crazy lady? I am Anger! Wisest of us all! Also a gray sister and in possession of the eye!'
'I am Wasp! Driver of the Chariot of damnation and I WANT TO BITE THE COIN!'
'Turn!' Anger cried, but Wasp floored it straight ahead.
'Great! Now I have to recalculate the route! Give me the eye Anger or I won't be able to read the map!'
'I want to bite the coin!'
'You're driving! New law says you can't be distracted!'
'I am wise! I can handle distraction'
'RED LIGHT!'
The cab stopped so violently, I did fall off my seat. Grover looked like he was going to hurl.
'I need to use he bathroom,'
'No! not now, almost at destination!' Tempest snapped.
'Can we drive a little safer?' I pleaded.
'We are wise, no need for safety,' All three mentally imablanced old ladies chorused in harmony. I was seriously doubting their sanity. Glad I hadn't ad that lunch at McDonalds or I would have hurled over Anger's eye.
'This can't be safe having the driver - er ... drivers fighting like this!' I yelled at Grover.
'Don't worry, Annabeth told me last time it was much worse,'
'Nasty customers that bunch!' (wasp)
'Bad business inviting that monster onboard!'(anger
'Eye held for ransom!'(Wasp)
'For useless information!'(Tempest)
'Turn right! Turn right!' Anger shouted, and I grabbed onto the seat belt chain to steady myself as we zoomed down a street that was blurred thanks to the ridiculous speed we were going.
'BRAKE!' Anger suddenly yelled and the cab lurched to a jaw clattering stop.
We had stopped in the countryside of what appeared to be long Island.
'What the - '
'Extra drachma! Fast passage yes? Extra drachma!'
Grover dug out another cookie coin and gave it to the sisters who left with a BANG! yelling over who got to bite the coin.
'Never make me take that taxi with you again!' I shouted, then I took in my surroundings.
On top of the largest hill was a very large pine tree. it's branches held something that looked like a pile of coins, but as we trudged closer, I realised it was an animal's pelt. A fleece? The Golden Fleece? I was tempted to ask Grover like a normal boy at a museum would ask their mum to touch, when I noticed the rather large dragon coiled around the trunk. I suddenly lost interest in touching the Golden Fleece.
'Chiron! Chiron!' Grover yelled as he hiked towards a sky blue house. The sun was setting and some other buildings were visible in the distance. However because I was dawdling Grover came back and pulled me along. A dozen teenagers came from the other buildings and followed us with curiosity. they must have been thinking, who's this kid? And why'd they come here from a taxi that left flames on the tire tracks? A few pointed and whispered among themselves. I caught a few remarks like 'Bet it's Nemesis'
'Nah, he looks like an Apollo,' Were they naming Greek gods? Why would they be looking at me and talking about old dusty men in Greek chitons?
A man on a horse was visible from the porch, only when we got closer, I realised he wasn't sitting on a horse, he was the horse. Not really, but I meant he was part person part horse! A centaur! I stopped dead in my tracks as Grover, (who I just noticed wasn't using his crutches anymore) ran up to him and started to talk with him in ... Ancient Greek? But the centaur who I presumed was "Chiron" cut him off and looked directly at me. I mean, his eyes looked like he was afraid of me, like something I might say could make him flip. What could a nine-year old possibly say to make a centaur flip? I was about to find out.
'You young man, come forward,' trembling, I did as I was asked. as I stepped into the light of one of the lanterns dangling above us, the centaur gasped.
'You can't tell the resemblance Grover?'
'What resemblance?' Grover asked.
'Child, what is your name?'
'Luke, Luke Costello,' Then there was a shimmering light above my head, and a ... what did the doctors call it? A caduceus, was shimmering in bright green above my head. Grover dropped dead in a faint and Chiron looked at me with fear in his eyes. Welcome ba - er... Hail Luke, son of Hermes'
'Luke?!'
The outburst and whispers seemed to ripple from the kids nearest the porch to those at the back. The caduceus shimmered even more brightly and the kids hesitantly knelt, their eyes looking at me with some sort of emotion, fear? Disbelief? What was with the kneeling anyway?
Among the sea of kneeling faces, one still stood, with eyes boring straight into mine. 'Luke, welcome back,' and the emblem faded as the light of the sun disappeared. Thee place was flooded with darkness.

Who is it from Luke's past that really knew him? I have no idea. Debate amongst yourselves. It could be Annabeth, Percy, anyone who you think should still be hanging at camp. If you have a suggestion of who, please say so before the 14th, I have to start school in Feb and would like to get through mor e of the story by then. I might not post 2morro because I'll give time to know who Luke is meeting from his past.

Y'know what? I'm quitting this Fanfic, seeing as this is my first attempt I kinda lost interest because I want to plan it a bit more. So I'll restart it. FORUM SELF DESTRUCT WILL BEGIN IN ONE WEEK. YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE, I WILL REPOST WHEN I PLAN A BIT MORE.